“What do I call my guides?  What do I call my loved ones who have passed, and angels?  Are they real?”  You can call them love, for that is what all that arises from love are — extensions of the Source, created in the image — not an image of a person, but the very heart of all that is.  That could be nothing but love, for love is the lack of separation.  If all arises from the sea of consciousness and dissolves back into it like waves in the ocean, inseparable, then perhaps you will understand our analogy.  You are love.  You may rush off toward some unknown distant shore in your adventures as a wave, but how could you possibly be separate from your source and from each seeming “other”?  Impossible.  You are impossibly adored.  So very loved.  Feel it, why don’t you?